You are my whiskey type of lover,
My friend and man, my true admirer,
The unavailable and unattainable,
The always willing for a meetup eagle.

You are my fast driving kind of lover,
The one who owns the money and the cars,
The man with decency, ambitions,
With no morality, just passions.

You are my blue eyed kind of looker,
The smoking pal, the poking toucher,
The physically slaving type of bold possessor,
And what is worse- I was in hunger.

You are the “let’s go dance, my life” aggressor,
Enjoying all the eyes on us at clubs.
You are the forever typing sort of answer,
You are why I smile when looking at the screens.

You were the Teddy bear that I grew out of,
The favorite pair of jeans that got worn out,
The night light I didn’t need at daytime,
Even though I was sure you were forever mine.

I was the pill you took to feel just better,
The dope of confidence, support and care.
I was the daughter, the aunt and the lover,
You called me irreplaceable. And now it’s all over.

We were vowing love and devotion and care,
Sharing songs, reading poems, but look,
Just like anyone else, we moved on and and feel fine,
We live without craving a single look.

Funny it seems now to go back in memory lane,
Read the lines, see the pics, drink the wines,
We have surpassed each other, grown out of love,
I hope your feelings are swamped, just as mine.